[ A giggle bubbles out of her, warm and delighted. She might've said she couldn't read his mind, but jeez. When he's making a face like that, does she really need to? ]

Aah, right now? Well, like I said, it's sweet. Not sugary, exactly... sort of like fermented fruits. The kind where if you left it for much longer, it'd start rotting. Not that you're rotten, of course. It's not like I'm saying your desire tastes bad or anything. But you're definitely ripe. Mmhm. It's amazing.

[ Her hips rock into his again and she leans in close like she's about to kiss him - but this time, she skips that part altogether and goes straight for his neck. She nuzzles, licks, presses kisses along his skin, making absolutely sure that at least one mark gets left behind. ]

It tastes like you want it so badly you really can't stand it.